lightened the mood somewhat, and Holly and Jack both laughed softly.
“Holly, there is no part of me that is pretending,” Jack whispered into her ear. “I am incredibly attracted to you and I have hoped for something like this to happen since I first seen you.”
Every nerve ending in her body was electrified by his words; the rush was mind-blowing. Was it possible to have an orgasm just from Jack telling her he wants her?
In between raspy breaths, Holly said, “Let’s get out of here.”
***
The drive home was hazy for both of them; they couldn’t get there fast enough. Jack drove and it took every ounce of mental effort to focus on the road. His cock was brick hard, overextended, needing to be released from his pants. Holly was not helping the situation by nibbling on his neck, trailing kisses up and down his jaw line, pausing only long enough to tease his lips with her tongue. Her hands caressed his hair, brushing her fingertips down the back of his head. She had wanted to touch him like this for so long and now that she could, she couldn’t stop.
“Jesus, Holly. You’re going to get us into an accident, or at least a speeding ticket.”
He could think of nothing else besides her, which was not exactly the best thing while operating a moving vehicle. All of this touching and kissing was driving him insane; his cock couldn’t handle the strain much longer. He needed to get her home and show her that she wasn’t the only one who could tease someone to the brink of madness.
Fortunately, they made it home quickly (but still not quick enough for them) and in one piece. Who knew how they decided to go to Holly’s apartment, and not Jack’s, but they greedily pushed themselves inside.
They were so hungry for each other; delaying their cravings for any longer would be agonizing.
Holly had never felt so alive with a man before. She didn’t want to wait another second before feeling him ravish her; she was desperate to be consumed by him.
She reached for his pants, for the first time really comprehending how thick and large his cock was. She squirmed, her wetness pooling between her thighs. Was she actually panting like an animal?
Jack groaned loudly when she touched his painfully-stiff erection. It took every shred of his self-control to take a step back.
“We need to slow down, Holly.”
“What…what?” Holly said, in between her rapid breaths. “Is there someone else? Is it tube-top girl?”
Jack looked at her like she’d lost it. “Holly – No! I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but there is no one else. You’re all I’ve been thinking about since we’ve met. You need to start believing that.” He looked into her eyes. “I’ve been wanting you so badly, which is why we need to go slower. I don’t want this over before it even has a chance to start.”
Holly let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, Jack, I’ve wanted you too. No one has ever made me feel like this before.”
Jack, lust in his eyes, pulled her to him and slowly started to remove her dress. He was tormenting her, taking it off one inch at a time, grazing her skin in the process.
He left a line of kisses down her neck, just like she had done to him in the car, but he didn’t stop there. He ran his lips down her back as he unzipped her dress, causing her to writhe with desire.
He continued doing the same, nibbling and licking his way down her chest, her stomach, her thighs, making sure to avoid all the areas underneath her bra and panties. He wanted to save those for last.
“Jack…” Holly could barely get out a word now. Her need for him was barely tolerable and he hadn’t even touched all of her yet.
“God, Holly, you are so beautiful.”
She stood before him, wearing just her lacy bra and panties. His eyes invaded every part of her body, which only ignited her further. She reached for his clothes, needing to take them off, but he grabbed her wrists.
“There’ll be time for that later. Right now this is
Dean Wesley Smith, Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Martin A. Lee, Bruce Shlain